Connecticut western news., 1887-07-20

with his courtesy, l suppose, and leaves both at home when he travels" said the girl.
 sLucyw cried her father, some thoughts had better be left unspoken.
 At last, the elegant Jim Poulder came back from the smoking-car.
 "sorry, Frank" he said, ''to have left you so long. Been bored to death, haven't you?"
 "Oh, no! have enjoyed pleasant conversation with our genial neighbor over the way"
 'sGenial2 We'll, of all queer chaps for picking up low acquaintance, you beat 'em.n
 ".Ssh! They'll hear you"
 Let lem, who caress Goingt to etsr at the Junction."
 "No; there is one-horse sort of con- meeting train, and push on to Griff- ton."
 'I shan't. I'll lie over q day."
 Poulder made his way, with his lug gage, to the little hotel at the Junction, while the farmer and daughter, followed by Boiling, made theirs to the single car. with Q superannuated engine, which stood waiting. There were no other passengers, and the three had the car to themselves.
 "Come over here, MT. Boiling" said the old man, after while, 'I want to talk with you bit. Turn down the seat. You said you had letter for Judge Carter and didn't intend to de liver it?'
 "Yes, sir"
 ''Did it ever occur to you, young man, to obey fathers orders?"
 'I trust, sir, that I'm usually obedi- ent It was not positive order"
 'I tell you that you should deliver that letter to its proper owner. I am Judge Carter, and this is my daughter, Lucy. Hand over the paper to the court"
 'I beg your pardon, sir; but 1'-
 ''You want identification. Here, con- ductor! Tell this young gentleman who am."
 ''Judge Carter," said the conductor, curious to know what it was all about.
 Boiling, not little astonished, took the letter from his pocket-book.
 eff you'll permit me-" said the judge, as he opened the letter, and glanced over the contents, Che wants me to look after you little. An, how time flies l! Lucy, this young fellows father and had good times in the old days. How long did you read law, Bolling?"
 "A little oyer two years, sir.' .'.-.-.@.s-
 'sWhom did you read with2'
 "Spence and Sullivan"
 "Good men. Sullivan put you through the office business, fancy; that's his way. Now, I've been putting you through an exhaustive examination, which is my way, and think you'll do. Let old Bragg find another salesman, l want clerk to manage my office, and boss around while am off on circuit. What do you say to it9''
 ''Say to it, sir? What can I say but yes, and thank you for the offer"
 "Very we'll, that's settled. Here we are, and there's our carriage. Give your checks to John there, and he'll bring your luggage to the house, along with ours. Show your gallantry, and hand Lucy into the carriage. Jump in. I'll drive"
 The next day James Poulder made his appearance at the Carters' in a state of elegance 'snever equalled and rarely ex- celled." He was ushered into the draw ing-room and received by young lady whose style suited even his fastidious taste, and whose features had dim familiarity. When the judge came in the young mans recognition of the farmer in the cars was complete. He stammered out an apology, but the old man relieved him.
 ''It could hardly have been expected that you should have known us, said the judge. sLet all that pass. You arc quite welcome. As we have two hours before dinner, we'll go to the office and look over the papers together. Miss Carter will excuse you meanwhile !
 In the office Poulder found Frank Boil ing, making out declaration.
 ''Why, Frank, I thought you were going into the grocery business"
 '1've changed my mind," replied Frank.
 James Poulder stayed his week out and then took the cars back to Careys burg.
 Frank Boiling did not make the tri1 back until two years after, when he went to visit his father, who had got over hi. pecuniary troubles. Meanwhile he ha6 been admitted to the bar, and Judge Car ter had taken him into partnership. H. had also gone into another partnership just before he left. He was in higl spirits on that trip. He was not alone Miss Lucy Carter, that had been, Mrs Francis Boiling then, was his travelling companion Independent. |
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